To see all of heaven in your hands
and feel the courage of the morning after
hold a newborn baby
and listen to a dying friend’s laughter

Whatever is thus, I am prepared for the inquisition of the soul
I never asked to be born, but I am responsible for my role
The spine of the divide was the shortest distance to the light
I always avoided the blood, but ate the body every night

What beat down upon every decision was the eye of my creator
While he lit temptations fire, I became it’s very nature
I once learned on bridges and dirt roads, then by love that died
Never once was a moment when I knew what was inside

To not forgive someone
to whom you owe so much;
is to accuse without depth
or the right to benefit by their touch

Whatever it became, I once only saw what required no belief
Then rivers without a head or feet, only direction but no relief
Then came with eyes closed, the life built around the mind
And what was my feeling of grace became something I could not find

I belong, though indulgence became empathy and recognition, a mystery
The story you thought was written without regret is forgotten history
To reach each other without shock or judgment is to know both ways
Up or down, left or right, man or woman, right or wrong, insult or praise

To watch the change in love
or the desire for loneliness instead of anger
is to hold a heart that you forgot
and a mind to whom you became a stranger